In Their Absence

In their absence, the waves swell up at the outer rim and crash upon the shores with sounds unheard of, never heard by anyone. In their absence, flora illuminated itself as it branches upwards towards the sky as if the earth was reaching for the heavens, weeds untouched.

In their absence, the great fallacy of the beauty in isolation crumbles with the turbulence of an impending storm upon our consciousness, and the mystery of the canopy evades any and all forms of perception, in their absence.



Consuming the disgusting remains of another
caught deep, stuck in a trap.
It moves ever so often unseen, unbecoming
and yet, it survives
the lowest of lows
under pressure,
by starlight and shine
and yet, it